North Hollywood
Perfect.
Generally quite rough
but when he slides
his summery hands down the shore
he leaves the pebbles tingling.
I pull myself through him slowly
and close my eyes at immersion.
The sensation is sweet and tugging.
The wetness lingers
before draining between my toes
and dampening the cotton of my dress
and something not quite like a laugh
pulls at my ribs.
Beautiful and amazing,
the wave wakes himself,
becomes aware
and self conscience
then pulls into himself
and his greens gently hints
shades of brown.
And when he comes,
he comes in rushes,
the foamy white of him
streaming between my legs.
my body shudders in the wind
and I am reminded.
I think to myself,
how odd, he calls amidst the sea.
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